Lyrics:
'Til one day I grew suspicious
When I stepped on a crack on Aunt Edna's stoop
And got pooped on by a group of stupid pigeons
Then we flew the coop
Got a job to do
Day ain't over yet
Sweat drips down
Clock keeps beatin'
Hands are calloused
Heart's a drum machine
Keep on movin'
No end in sight
When I say I'm in my bag, it's Goyard
When I get that foreign all cash, I'ma floor it
It's gone be me and my machine, I'll call Florence
From Italian
Yeller, a pit bull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin' the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9
Double R and we get
come to court
On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slipping
Leaving the keys off in the ignition, making me guilty by suspicion
Penny
fuckin' minks out the freezer
See the links and you just think Jesus
I'm hot till a day a day freezes
Young and radical, methods are mathematical
I
us through
Our days are precious and so few
We all reap what we are due
A judge's sky no longer blue
We bring the dawn all over new
We crawl
We
dog lies a-sleepin'
He don't know I'm gonna leave
Else he'd wake up by the fireplace
And he'd howl and moan and grieve
But my huntin' days are
everybody that all energy
Problems and all inflationary
Problems had been traced to and could
Be solved by the abolition of
MUSIC, chances are that most
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm
and i'm still feelin' homeless
Your brother is deader than a phone machine
With a bucket of green piss
And i'm tryin' not to look at satan making love
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life (damn)
And the way things are going (I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta
Meet Eddie, 23 years old
Fed up with life (damn)
And the way things are going (I'm going fucking insane)
He decides to rob a liquor store (I gotta
with her soft touch
I don't know how but she makes it look easy
Getting me over mountains with her love
There are days I want to give up
Declare
By: peter mayer and roger guth
Woke up just the other day
Fell out of bed and my dog ran away
Car won't start and the weather was cold and gray
I
me by myself like this (oh, oh)
Mama told me there'd be days like this
[Verse 2]
I get up early in the mornin'
Miss ya rudeness and kissin'
I
juice got me up all night shit
And in last year making that bite shit
Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by
difference between us now
But wait
There's a rainbow over the freeway
And I think I feel the morning sun
Another song is number one
Golden days have just
juice got me up all night shit
And in last year making that bite shit
Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro
Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero
Fresh by
off to the side (whoa, shit)
Oh say can you see a hundred dead bodies in the street?
By the dawn's early light, double Sprite, and a R.I.p. Tee
So
never be around
Do you see now?
You're three feet off the ground
You better be prepared now
The new days are written by your hand
You have the rights
Wait, earth starts to shake
We're about to break
Facing The End
Robots in command
It's Judgement Day
Machines are on the way
Who let these dogs hunt
is about thirty
Think the business is the hallways, I've been up for four days
On parole with warrants that'll send me back the raw way
If I get
dog lies a-sleepin'
He don't know I'm gonna leave
Else he'd wake up by the fireplace
And he'd howl and moan and grieve
But my huntin' days are
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